Tag: Sam and Dean

How about teen Sam and Dean having sex for the first time while on a camping trip?

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It was kind of nice for a change to be out in the wilderness, not chasing/being chased by some monster who was eating campers.  This time they were actually there for the enjoyment of being outdoors, despite their lifestyle of being on the road almost constantly.

This was Dean’s doing, of course.  He promised that he’d make more of an effort to start doing normal things with Sam, to show him that their lives weren’t completely revolved around hunting.

Sam sat on a log, Dean’s big jacket wrapped around his shoulders as he watched his brother bring a few more pieces of wood for the small fire they had going.  He watched as the warm orange glow lit up the other’s face, bringing out his freckles and the lighter shades of brown in his hair as he kept the pile from falling over.  He was beautiful.  His determination to keep Sam happy, to go out of his way to do these things for his little brother made Sam’s heart swell with joy.

“What’s that goofy look for?” Dean asked, wearing a bit of a bashful smile because of the way Sam was gazing at him in a dreamy way.

“You’re really good to me, Dean,” Sam retorted, shifting over a bit on the log in an invitation.  Dean moved to sit beside him, sliding his arm over his shoulders and pressing a kiss to his temple.

“That’s what big brothers are for,” he murmured against his soft locks, smiling to himself afterward before Sam turned his head and gazed up at him.

There was a few moments of quiet as hazel eyes met green ones, the gentle crackle of the fire and far away wildlife filled the silence as the moment grew a little more serious.  Sam leaned in and Dean met him half way, their lips brushing together in a silent admission of love from the both of them.

They must have exchanged soft kisses for 20 minutes or so, up until Sam felt so overwhelmed with love that he could have sworn tears were threatening to well in his eyes.

“Dean..” Sam whispered, his voice a bit shaky.  His brother responded with a soft kiss.  "Please?“

Not another word needed to be spoken before Dean gently touched Sam’s face, sipping at his lips and kissing to his forehead.  He stood and took his brother’s hand, leading him into their tent where they undressed each other and touched with reverent hands, crossing the line they knew they could never go back from, where they never wanted to come back from.

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No, you don’t need that, Dean, but your brother does.

Dean placing the smulet right there, in this intimate moment they share in the car, after this intense day, shows me that he learned that the samulet was never about a god, nor was it a reminder for Dean that he loves Sam. No. It was his, but it was about them, it was about Sam as well. And when he sees Sam’s expression, this realization hits even deeper. 

Agreed. It was never really about God. It was about them. Placing the prop Samulet on the rearview mirror of the Impala, their home, is saying, “I believe in you. I believe in us.” As Sam put it, “What she said” — the two of them against the world. For the first time in a long time, they are on the same page, and that is due in large part to the perspective they got of themselves and each other through the musical. They are, first and foremost, brothers. The hunters and heroes part is another layer, and they aren’t as far apart on that as they thought. Sam sees it when Maeve tells him that if he cut his hair a little, he’d make a great Dean, and Dean gets it when Marie talks about “sweet selfless Sam” and in the song that she sings as Sam. Maybe instead of focusing solely on differences and how they’ve let each other down, they’ll start to see their similarities and their commitment to one another.